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Squirrels

Sandra — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 22:06:53 +0000

A squirrel in a walnut tree

I heart possums

Sandra — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 13:39:49 +0000

Sydney ate the poor widdle mouse she caught (ugh! with a soft crunch crunch — I had to leave the patio), and then soon after barfed it up. Also on the patio, of course. Guess I should have gotten a photo.

Well, it was getting dark and I just didn’t feel like dealing with it. I left it for the morning.

Got up this morning and checked the patio. No mouse barf!

Thank you, possum!

Every household should have its own possum. They make the best mess-disappearers.

Another possum story

Sandra — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 16:00:32 +0000

Sydney killed another rat early Thursday morning. Or maybe the killer was some other cat; the rat was left in the middle of the lawn, and Sydney usually dumps her presents at the back steps.

I found the rat Thursday afternoon. I’ll leave it for the possum, I thought.

The rat was still there Friday. Guess the possum wants it a little riper, I thought.

Saturday the rat started to stink. I made sure not to open the bedroom window, which opens to the lawn. Sitting on the patio wasn’t too bad, depending which way the breeze blew. There were probably maggots, but I wasn’t going to check. Tomorrow, I thought, tomorrow I’ll have to bury it.

Early Sunday morning I woke to the smell of rat, then went back to sleep. After my husband and I were both awake, I offered to toss a coin for the privilege of burying the rat. Lucky me! He had a brand-new shovel he wanted to try out.

He came back in a few minutes later. “The rat wasn’t there.”

Yum. Guess that possum was letting it age to perfection.

Sorry, no photos this time.

Our morning visitor

Sandra — Thu, 20 Dec 2007 14:30:16 +0000

Just about had a heart attack this morning. First thing when we get up in the morning we let the cats in the garage in and out, to eat or poop, whichever. The garage’s outside door was left open. I go out to the garage, and there’s this huge ugly cat with a long pointy snout and a hairless tail. Oooohaaahhhuhhhhh, I groaned. The creature circled like it didn’t know where the outside door was, then left. Not running. Not scared. That was me.

That door’s not staying open when it’s dark outside any more. It’s not just the neighborhood cats freeloading off us, after all.